At the VIP clinic, I was helping my nine-month pregnant daughter change for her final ultrasound. The moment her shirt slipped off, I felt my breath catch in my throat.

painful force. “Mom, please don’t do anything,” she whispered. “He has eyes everywhere. He’ll know.”

“He already knows how to hurt you, Chloe,” I replied gently, waking the black screen of my encrypted satellite phone. “Today, he learns what happens when the system turns against him.”

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